My wife, Elsa, is 18 years younger than I am and was 32 years old at the time. She is a slim Asian lady, good-looking, and a good wife.

I had been married before and often “swung” during my first marriage. Elsa was shy, but to please me, despite going red-faced at first, would flash her pubes while driving in the car to truckers driving past us. This gave me a thrill and also eventually a thrill to Elsa.

Then I introduced another male (a friend of mine named Frank) into our relationship. Elsa just flashed him at first, but after a while, went further. It was a dominant male I knew. He wouldn’t take no for an answer; Elsa did not intend it to go all the way, but Frank just took over and before long had her stripped naked and adopting poses for him. I think she was too scared of him to refuse, and when he laid her down and fucked her that first time, she was too humiliated to fight him off.

We had several encounters afterwards with Frank and with a few other males. It was a turn-on for me, seeing another male fuck her, and also seeing her embarrassment by the situation.

I won’t go into it too much detail, but I did something wrong; I broke a law I shouldn’t have, but thought I’d just get a fine! In court, I got sentenced to one year in jail. I was sent to maximum-security jail at first, but after three months there, was transferred to an open prison (prison farm). It was overcrowded and most of the inmates were Black!

They seemed to run the jails; the warders never bothered them and were in fact scared of them. The Blacks ran protection rings in there and if you fought with one Black male all of them would gang up on you.

One of my friends (Wayne, a white guy) ran foul of the boss of the Blacks, Khan was his name, well Wayne got such a hiding he was sent to the hospital and when he was fit, decided to go back to maximum-security jail rather than go through it again. The warders knew who’d done it, but nothing happened.

I was still in the dormitory at the time Khan picked on me, he asked for a cigarette, but he took all of my tobacco and papers, I protested and before I knew it was on the ground getting a kicking. A screw turned the corner and saw us, but turned round and walked away!

The next day another Black (Kevin), started a fight with me for no reason, this time I did give him a good whack, but later that evening a group of them got me in the showers and I ended up with a black eye and bruised balls. Now I was living on the edge with nowhere to go.

Visiting was on weekends, open contact visits, people sat in groups or as couples with only one screw watching them, The area was close to 3 acres so you could have a grope and kiss and somewhat more with no problems.

When my wife Elsa saw me, she was shocked; she knew what had happened to my friend Wayne. I told her not to worry because I only had a few months to go before parole.

After a while, I went to get some coffee for us, and while I was gone, Khan and a couple of other blacks went over to Elsa. He warned her that I could get hurt, really hurt! But if she smuggled in a carton of smokes at the next visit, he would protect me.

She agreed and was told to come early and put them in the back of the gardener’s shed on a shelf. The shed was right by the car park visitor’s toilets. Also, he told her not to tell me about it. He said that it was their secret.

As I came back with the coffee, I saw Khan leaving. Elsa told me he had just asked how she was and where she was from. I didn’t think anymore about it at the time. Elsa is a pretty Asian, cute, 5’ tall, and attracts a lot of interest from most men.

During the week, I was moved to the main block and had to share a cell with a black male. That was OK, but I was nearly opposite Khan’s cell. I was left alone the following week, but I kept as low a profile as possible. I didn’t know it at the time, but my personal possessions were not personal. The black that I shared my cell with used to go through my personal stuff while I was away doing my assigned work duty.

Elsa was very quiet when she visited me that next weekend. I knew something was wrong. She pulled away when I kissed her, but I thought it was just me being in prison that was getting to her. Once she found out that I was OK, she bucked up and was back to her old self again before she left.

The next week, we were sitting down on the grass to talk, some distance from anyone else. When Khan and three blacks came and sat with us, he sat in between Elsa and me and asked if it was OK to join us for a while. I couldn’t say no without causing trouble. He’d brought us some cans of coke and was being friendly. He chatted for a while as if he was my best friend, then he asked me to get some more Cokes from the fridge in the canteen. I was not too pleased to be treated like a servant but thought, anything to keep things from getting ugly in front of my wife!

I arrived back with the Coke’s; Elsa was sitting there, blushing between the blacks. They drank the Cokes I’d brought, chatted some more, then they left, leaving us in peace. Laying beside her and trying not to look too obvious, I slid my hand up Elsa’s dress, despite her trying to stop me. I was surprised and pleased to find she had no panties on! I commented about it, thinking she had done it for me. But when I touched her cunt, it was dripping wet. Too wet to be just excitement.

She then told me what had been happening over the last two weeks.

She told me that Khan had told her to hide some cigarettes in the gardener’s shed before visiting time. She had gone there after making sure no one had seen her. But as she went inside, Khan had followed her and locked the door behind him.

Khan was a big man, 6’ 9” tall and broad. He calmly told Elsa to undo her top, that he wanted to see her tits. Fearing him, she did as he commanded. He stepped up to her and felt her tits and kissed them, which only made him hornier.

Next, he ordered her to raise her dress. She hesitated, but Khan threatened to hurt me if she didn’t do as she was told.

She lifted her dress, and he ripped off her panties. Pushing her up against the wall of the shed, he fingered her. That’s all he did at first, but soon he had his cock out. Elsa was pushed down onto the floor and had to suck his cock. Then he held her down and fucked her. When he was finished, he told her to go and not to say a word to me if she wanted me to keep on living. He wouldn’t return her panties to her no matter how she pleaded with him.

Much the same thing had happened before this visit, but this time she had to strip naked for him in the shed. She had to give him a blowjob, and then he fucked her again. Afterward, he had wiped her cunt with her panties and took them as a trophy.

Elsa said that when Khan had come over to us during the visit, while I was getting the Cokes, he had made her show her cunt to the other blacks that were with him. Then he let one of them finger her. She said it was only because they saw me coming back that he’d stopped the other two from touching her.

She pleaded with me not to tell Khan that she had told me what had happened to her. She said he had told her that he knew her address from the letters she’d send me, and that he might have her hurt if she told me.

I was so angry by what had happened to my baby, but at the same time I found myself strangely turned on by it all. I noticed that Elsa was handling it very well. I asked how she felt?

She told me the first time she had been really frightened and very humiliated, but once she found out he was not going to beat her up, she was still shocked, humiliated, and embarrassed but she felt that she could take his advances.

Just before she left, again she asked me again, not to say anything to Khan. I remember thinking how helpless I felt, but at the same time the more I thought about my little woman being taken by that huge black man the more turned on I got.

At dinner that night, I looked at Khan while we were queuing up, trying to imagine him fucking my little Elsa. That night it was all I could think about. I know that I must have kept my cellmate awake with all the jacking off I did during the night.

Over the next few days, the men who hung out with Khan made sly remarks about Elsa (things like, “Has she got a nice bush?” “Is she as tight as she looks?” and “I bet you can’t wait to get home and fuck her brains out, I bet she’s a good fuck.”). Most of them said that to all the crims, but I knew that they were aware that Khan had fucked my wife and she had been made to flash her cunt to each of them.

They were taunting me. One of the bastard’s was the one I whacked; a fucking little prick aged about 18 years whose name was Kevin. I was seething and decided to see Khan when he was on his own.

I had it all planned out; I thought if he found out that I knew, he would stop! I told him that what he’d done to my wife was rape, but if it stopped now I’d keep my mouth shut.

He just laughed at me, then said that he hadn’t rape her, that she’d done it willingly. He said that she was the one who went to the shed knowing she’d be getting fucked!

In desperation I asked him if he would keep the others out of it, that I didn’t want my pretty little wife gangbanged. He looked me in the eye and grinned, “No,” he said, “we share what we got around here! You can watch them finger her cunt and watch her take it. If you’re a good boy I might let you finger her after the others are done. Now fuck off and don’t bother me again, fuck face.”

When I left, I realized I should have kept quiet. I knew he would go out of his way to humiliate us. Now I knew what was going to happen I could only think about my sweet wife and what I’d done.

Later that evening, he called me over to his cell, his friends were there watching his TV, he held out Elsa’s panty’s with his cum stains on them. “Do you recognize these,” he asked. He threw them to me, “Keep them, I have these, he held up another pair of her panties,” also stained.

Fucking black little shit, Kevin asked him if he could have my wife’s panty’s. Khan told me to give him the ones that he’d thrown to me. The shit held them up to his nose, laughing and said, “Fuck, man, I sure hope she’s early next week.”

I think if I’d had a gun right then, I would have shot all of them.

I was dreading my wife’s next visit; I hoped that she wouldn’t turn up. As much as I wanted to see her, I didn’t think that I could take much more of this.

On the day, I had mixed feelings. I knew Khan would fuck her before I got to see her, but strangely, I was turned on by the thought of it. It disgusted me that I had these feelings, but I did, and I waited in breathless anticipation.

When at last Elsa and I were able to talk, she said Khan had yelled at her for telling me. Then she said he’d really hurt me badly if she said anything more to anyone.

She had promised him that she would do anything he told her to do. She had worn a dress that buttoned down the front, no bra, and now after seeing Khan, no panties. Her face was flushed. I could tell that she’d had a climax. I could always tell by the flush on her cheeks.

She gave me the news from home, but within 20 minutes, Khan and his friends turned up to put a damper on things. Elsa went bright red as Khan sat down. “Sit down there,” he told the others. “You can see a lot better that way.”

I was sitting next to Elsa. Khan told me to move opposite her and him. I hesitated but knew that he was in charge, so I did as he said.